Please help us...

[gablog2]

I don't know what I'm going to do. Dan is at the shop with the baby, and this morning I started hearing all these reports...people dying, some kind of virus, I don't know what's going on. I'm terrified. I tried to call but the cell phone isn't working, I'm getting some kind of recorded error message. The shop's phones are busy, so I tried to

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[koga]

Serendipity is your friend this day.

Avoid all infected persons. That includes the child across the way. Draw no attention to yourself. I've seen no evidence of a technological transmission. Some of the worst outbreaks are here in Oakland, not San Francisco and Silicon Valley is remarkably intact at the moment but that will change soon.

The vector of transmission is viral, likely blood born. Bites seem to be the single linking factor. Do not get bit. If someone you love gets bit, you... You know what you need to do. I'm arranging a safe place right now. Trying to gather supplies. STAY Sealed. Do not venture out unless you absolutely must.

I, or someone else, will come for you within three days. If we do not come for you, make your way to Coast Guard Island in the Oakland Estuary or another place of your choosing.

[gablog2]

How do I know I can trust you? Last time I saw you we were in high school and you thought you were a werewolf...

the irony is painful, but I'm too terrified to think about that right now...

[koga]

Look, in Highschool, we thought a lot of crazy ass things. And I have to admit, the Irony is thick in this particular soup.

I don't have time to chat, wish I did, but I'm currently being approached by several of the shambler variety. Some move fast. Some move slow. They all want to eat you.

Trust me, if you will, don't if you won't. I'm going to be at Coast Guard Island, I've got supplies and the will to live.

Choice is yours, sweets.

J.

[gablog2]

OK. Ok. I heard something scratching at the back door so I've deadbolted that, too, but the latch on our window is broken (curse you, Dan, for losing your keys that time!)
I nailed it shut but I'm worried about the glass -- I don't know, some of them looked so bloody, I wonder if they would even think twice about punching through it. Maybe they don't feel pain?

I've started thinking about weapons. I really, really need to find the baby...I hate to think what these things would do to him. Now I wish I had let Dan buy the home defense shotgun...silly, shortsighted, liberal me, this is no time for misguided pacifism.

We have that sabre in the hallway closet, though. That's something, at least. And I am sewing myself a knife belt -- I can keep the butcher knives in there.

Now all I need is the portable breast pump, and I can go. The emergency radio! It's downstairs in our emergency kit, with the flares! One last stop...